Can you please help me settle a bet?

My opponent is a well known GAGster that thrives on controversial questions. Even though he appears to hate the opposite gender, I suspect that he kind of... LOVES to hate the opposite gender. Does that make sense?When that little fucker dunked her hair in the inkwell, did he hate her or like her?

Anyway, my nemesis says that women who accept free drinks at bars, are horrible people. He actually called them, "Moochers."

So this begs the question...Are women who accept free drinks, "moochers," or are guys who offer free drinks, "dip-shits?"

I offered her "Sex on the Beach" and she said, YES!

Vote A

I asked the bitch if she liked, "blow jobs" and she said she did!

Vote B

What part of "Sow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, did she NOT understand?

I once asked a question on GAG that talked about all of those "NICE" guys. You know the ones I'm talking about!Her "bad boy boyfriend" refused to drive her to the airport. Why should he? He's got better things to do with his time.

So what does she do? She calls up one of the many NICE guys that she keeps in her friend zone. He'll gladly drive her to the airport, buy her lunch and see her off.

Then when she gets back in town, the nice guy will pick her up at the airport and deliver her to the bad boy that she really misses.

Then the nice guy will go on GAG and complain that women are always using him!!!

That's EXACTLY what I'm talking about. This is a story that a male friend told me. I wish more guys could learn from his story, but, sadly, it's easier to hate women, than it is to become a player.

My friend, Joe, goes to a club and sits at the bar. He purposely sits next to a pretty lady.

Bambi: So, would you like to buy me a drink? Awesome Joe: *Joe smiles and looks away at the game on the TV.*Bambi: So is that a yes or no?Awesome Joe: What?Bambi: Do you want to buy me a drink? Awesome Joe: Oh, I thought you were just joking. Bambi: I'm not joking. Awesome Joe: Did you forget your wallet at home? Bambi: No, but I just thought that you might want to buy me a drink. Awesome Joe: LOL Do I know you? Bambi: No. Awesome Joe: Then why in the fuck would I buy you a drink? Bambi: Well, a lot of guys like to do that. Awesome Joe: You're shitting me! Seriously? Bambi: Yes, they do it all the time Awesome Joe: Why? Bambi: Well, I suppose they think it will help them get laid. Awesome Joe: Really? Does that work? Bambi: I suppose it works for some girls, but not for me. Awesome Joe: Then why in the fuck would I buy you a drink?

Joe was a MASTER! We both worked at a country club. He was an assistant golf pro, and I was a waitress. Joe could charm the pants off a snake. Joe was a very nice and intelligent guy, but he just happened to be a pickup artist. It was just kind of a hobby or sport that he enjoyed.

What does this have to do with the price of tea in China?

Joe didn't buy bitches drinks. The bitches bought JOE drinks.

I went out to bars with Joe on many occasions. I thought that my presence would "cramp his style" or at least hamper his success with the ladies. Boy, was I ever wrong. If anything, walking into a bar with a lady was just a ringing endorsement that you most likely weren't a serial killer.

Why was Joe so successful with the hos? He had an endless supply of confidence.